Conjugal Visits (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 2)

He chuckled. “Being a man is definitely better at times.”

“Yeah,” I gasped, unaware of what I was saying. “And you can pee standing up.”

Then I wasn’t thinking much at all because my body was taking over, and things were bursting inside of me as if they’d never burst apart before.

Listen, I gave myself regular orgasms. Once, I did it with a dildo that I thought might resemble Troup’s cock. In retrospect, it wasn’t even close to the real thing.

But hell, only one of his fuckin’ fingers was enough to get me off, and that wasn’t anywhere near as big as his cock was.

Speaking of cocks, his was back up to full mast, and he was reaching for a condom that was in his pocket.

“Came prepared this time, I see,” I teased.

He grinned as he rolled that condom down the length of his cock. “Yeah, because I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

I laughed and tackled him to the ground, but I had a feeling that he’d let me take him down.

A man like Troup didn’t go down unless he wanted to.

And he definitely wanted to.

Especially when I straddled his body and positioned myself above his cock.

“Sit on me, baby,” he ordered, urging me faster.

I positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly started to sink down on top of him.

It was the single most delicious burning stretch I’d felt in the longest of times. A year, to be exact.

“Open your eyes.” His harsh, ragged words had my eyes lazily sliding open.

I swallowed hard and looked at him, my breath hitching in my chest with each delicious inch I took of him.

“Yeah?” I breathed, looking down to realize that I’d only taken about half of him.

“Look at me, baby,” he ordered again.

I brought my head up, and my eyes locked with his.

“I want to see your eyes as I fill you,” he breathed.

I groaned as I pressed farther down, but never broke the eye contact.

I came to a point with about three-quarters of him inside of me that I wasn’t sure that he was going to fit—which was funny seeing as I knew he would—when he placed his hands on my hips.

“Go back up, then come back down,” he urged.

I licked my lips, following his instructions, and realized that I had to get him slick with me. Then he’d slide right in.

We repeated this process until finally he slid all the way inside.

“Oh yes,” I breathed, unable to hold his gaze anymore as my head fell backward and my eyes stared blankly at the sky.

The palm of his hand smoothed down the length of my chest, his thumb and pinky spread wide so that each of them brushed against my nipples as his hand moved.

I groaned, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

His words had me leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.

His hands moved to my ass and moved me even farther forward, urging me to move.

I did, slowly rocking along against him.

And each time I moved forward, my clit would drag along his pubic hair, making my already sensitive clit jolt higher and higher.

“God,” he whispered against my mouth. “This, exactly, is what I’ve missed for an entire year. You in my arms. My cock inside of you. Your mouth on mine. And not necessarily all of those things at once. I can’t tell you how many times I just needed a fuckin’ Beckham hug.”

I stopped, his cock half in, half out of me, and leaned up with my hands planted in his chest.

“I missed looking at your face. I missed talking to you when I had a problem. I missed bitching to you about my day. I missed your awesome hugs that always made everything all right. I missed the kisses just because. I missed everything about you, Troup,” I told him. “I missed you so much that I stayed awake at night, dreaming of this moment right here.”

He rolled us until I was on my back, and his cock was once again fully inside of me.

“Everything about you is my dream, Beckham,” he whispered. “Seeing your face. Touching your hair. I knew you meant a lot to me, but I had no idea that leaving you would feel like a knife straight to my soul. I’ve felt like a piece of me was missing for a year. And I seriously dislike that feeling.”

I pulled his head down so that his forehead rested against mine.

“Troup…”

He started moving again, and I groaned.

The new angle, paired with his huge cock somehow getting deeper, made me forget for a little bit about our words.

I was about to tell him I loved him. Again really, since I told him when he left for Colorado. I didn’t say it often, but he knew.

Just like I knew that he loved me.